From within my core
a poem so pure
I promise the ordinary life won't feel so
genuine anymore
I perceive a burden weighing you down to the floor
A pedestal of promises from behind empty doors
All the pain you endure
for a life which isn't even yours
Fearing the consequences of all your expenses
Living in a dense fog,
alarming all your senses like a chained up
dog
Perhaps it's time to change your
lenses
This ordinary life robbing you from your
myths and lores
Bound to an infinite amount of chores

I know this was the
norm
ever since you were born
But be attentive to your core
Does it accept this fate?
Your need to be
secure, to survive
could never
compensate
your desire for laughter and
delight.